When a soft breeze
blows gently across my skin
I think of you
and remember
...
Help me get through this
And get me on the other side
Where the grass really is green
...
I’ve been looking for you
I wanted you to find me
And rescue me
Take me over the rainbow
...
I hate you, you thieving rat
You stole my heart with your lies
But I hate me even more for believing them
...
Chewing on pink curly straws
Steeped in glass green bottles full of fantasies
Wishing on tiny suns
That I could wear galoshes and splash in puddles
...
Pieces of me
Fragments of time
Snapshots of smiles
Eyes open eyes closed
...
Right now i hate you
For making me seem powerless
And then laughing at my feebleness
I have words and I use them
...
And so it is…
Just when I think I am strong enough
To let you go without hurting myself
Soon after I am done being mad at you
...
It is over finally
That long season of summery spring is gone somewhere
Lost in the wind
Drifting like a ghost through the leaves
...
There goes the little girl
Holding her head high
Under the weight of shame that you spew from your eyes
Give her two days and she’ll be crawling
...
Beware the manipulative tongue
It will spew a sweet poison to paralyze your instincts
Turn Away from eyes that cry too easily
...
Indian Seasons
Summer comes
in a blaze of heat
with sunny smiles
and dusty feet
Then seasons change
to muddy roads
monsoons and mangoes
leapfrogs and toads
Spring is pretty
but short and sweet
when you can smell the grass
from your garden seat
Autumn is English
in red, yellow and brown
Autumn is Indian
whenever leaves fall down
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